We enter the night to tell our tale
a tale in which we never fade
of kids who have mental illnesses
but put up a facade
of poor parents who have kids
that have rich dreams
but can't afford to believe in them
of people who are the walking dead
living, breathing and walking but their souls
have already faded.
This is for the people who work 9 - 5
but can't even put food on the table to survive.
This poem is for all the people
that suffer in silence
for their voices, they scream the loudest.
© Khwezi Dladla
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Grade 11
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